I walk these streets full of people

Every where I go i see stack of people

And you ask me how dare i question my loneliness.

It's always been a part of me, but the intensity of its deep cut is making me love my inability to process the awkwardness.

I'm seeing these versions of life i forecasted once in my head, and now im trying to take a step back , but my ships are always directionless and lost in blue,

The fear finding a place that will be worst then being lost in bule is becoming my nightmare

I probably should just wander the same water i been for years now

I see a srong black shirt with rainy stress and illness in the air and me with my dairy sitting in the concern with version my self i don't have to hide finally but just be in

But only when i will long from all these people and versions of me I'm buliding my self

How can I say being urchin is my dream? When all of you deabt the structure in the need to get to the more polished table to eat ?

You said that you loved me May 22nd. I didn’t know how to respond, but I read it. I was waiting for those 3 dots, maybe it was something you needed to edit.. but they never came. I wonder if you regret it.

Fry

Sometimes the butter is hot in the cast iron pan. Makes me want to fry my hand. Burning, turning, the thing that we are. Now, motherfucker, play some guitar.

I'm drowning in a life thats no longer mine Drowning in memories made to save others Because when all else is turbulent there i am strong steadfast a dry dock in the storm known as life protecting everyone no matter the cost Until the cost leaves me staring at the mirror wondering who I am now and whats left for me

the nomad who has sailed storms that would have broken the keel of many others not for lack of strength but because I refuse to give the order to abandon ship

Now i drown whilst trying to save everyone around me looking up trying to find the star that will guide me to my own safe harbour and finding only darkness. I keep on sailing and hopefully time will let me find that safe harbour i can call home.

Dear Life,

The bee swarms to find something scorned.

An excuse to be excused, perhaps.

A tool used by a fragile fool.

In a universe with laws and rules.

Under the shadows a stalker prowls.

A leopard outside, A pepper inside.

A letter stuffed in between lines, it hides.

Behind the words of a chord that lies.

The alphabet becomes mixed.

Mixed where sentences don’t exist.

Mixed where words now look gibberish.

Mixed.

Mixed like how the devil granted your wish.

Mixed.

Mixed because in the end…

There’s always a twist.

Hum a tune to put me to rest
Because it is sleep I most detest
Draw yourself near me
That my eyes may grow weary
You bring me peace of mind
And it is no where that I can find
One such as you

pls be brutally honest any short comment will help. i'm super new to writing, i've only ever read poetry, so im seeing how this sounds! i'd love love any feedback

its abt growing up as a lesbian in religion

In God’s name

I cast off this holy sweet nectar 

covering my blistered self 

Running from out my heart

And into her golden eyes 

As I lie in the river of my baptism

Feeling the sky under me 

And your soft hands above me— 

caressing and flying 

while our souls radiate—

Yet the wall stands and I must

Rebuke thee

In God’s name

I must steal away the breath of my being

I must rebuke this love 

Undo this union of two souls  

They say that God is love

But not our own—

God is love

He is full and endless and unconditional

The real kind of love 

Oneness cannot flow from 

Both this love and God  

For ours is not as intended—

As if your beating heart in my palm 

Is but a figmented slip into daydream

Where I see nothing but intention and still 

They say—

God says—it is wrong.   

There is not enough love

For you to lace daisies and 

desire 

Into her fingers

If you are in God’s hands—

As if he didn’t use them

To open the heavens and 

To pluck our songs 

into harmony 

So we could clasp our hands together in

Church

praising and singing and loving—

As God connects our Earth 

To His Heavens.

One is more feminine
More child like
Smiles all the time
Jumps and spins when happy
She talks very high in her head
And loves to be near people
She doesn’t have any hate towards our body
A positive nihilistic kid that loves the word

But the other one
They’re rude and egotistical
They’re more masculine and nerdy
He speaks low and monotone
And always so modest in his outfits
He’s To scared to move too much or bring attention to us
To scared to be vulnerable or grow to close to anyone around
a recluse spider that will bit if you’re to close

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I wasn’t actually trying to write a poem, was really just trying to write about myself in my notes app then re-read it and it kinda sounded like a poem, so I’m wounding if there is anything I can do to make it more poem like

I wanted you to change 

I thought my love would be enough  

But the truth is you never felt the need to change  

So, while you were drowning in liquor  

My mother was wiping my tears 

It is you who should walk me down the aisle 

Now that death has taken you 

I finally feel your love  

I fell for their soul,
But they exist in their mind.
I saw them in the light,
They live in the darkness.
I felt the timelessness of our connection,
They stayed out of arm's reach at all moments.
I gave my heart and poured my soul,
They peaced out saying it was good fun.
I said everything that was me,
They said the same thing to everyone.
I'm still processing their trauma for months,
They never even call their trauma theirs.
Loving people love people.
Hurt people hurt people.
So if their hurt reached me, why didn't my love reach them?

So, you know. This is how it goes. Eyes cast, a pinch in the heart. "I remember..." "Yeah, but that's not now." An overcast sky, rain on the horizon. I turn to walk away, then break into a run. Maybe the rain won't find me.